Sherrie
I'm a Heartless Bitch for many reasons, but here is the latest in my
current list of Shit-I'm-Not-Going-To-Take-Anymore:
I'm sick of spouses and people in committed relationships, men and women
alike, making overt and lewd passes at me in a bar, on the net, or wherever I
may be. I have fought my way out of an unfaithful relationship, and
I refuse to play the innocent now that it's someone else's husband committing
the crime. And I've decided to do something about it.
From now on, when I receive those pathetic pick-up letters on my Myspace
account, and I see that some girl/woman has posted sweet little comments and
pictures in tribute to said asshole, I intend to let her know what her
shit-for-brains boyfriend/husband is doing. And I intend to let him know
that I'm not your typical god-I-hope-I-make-it-in-the-porn-industry, starved for
attention low life who would fall for the likes of him. I will send him a
brief e-mail thanking him for the compliment and explaining that his
girlfriend/wife would probably not appreciate his behavior. I will send
HER a copy of the letter, along with a quick note explaining that my
communication is not meant to be catty or hurtful, but rather
informative.
This may sound trivial and inconsequential, but having already had the
chance to test myself in the situation, I can tell you that it really does take
some nerve, and that my attempt to be even a little helpful was rewarded with a
sincere thank-you. The girlfriend (or, as the case may be, ex-girlfriend)
was very appreciative, understood my motives, and actually considered herself
lucky that I felt the need to clue her in. Needless to say, I have not heard
from the boyfriend. Good for him. Hopefully he is spending his time
apologizing to the woman he didn't deserve in the first place.
Like I said, it may not seem like very much of a shift in behavior, but it
actually made a difference. Unlike my late-night arguments with your
typical, belching swine of a chauvinist (always all to eager to voice his
distaste for feminists, having no clue what one is), this is one small attempt
to make a difference.
I harbor an undisguised disgust for all things pathetic, lazy,
intolerant, sexist, or in any way willfully ignorant.
Country: United States
Age: 20-25
Gender: female
Help?:
Sender IP: 70.160.116.225
Name: Bobbi
Email : Harmonious-dissonance@yahoo.com
UserID : ReginaC00
URL :
Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I have
applied here before and not been accepted, although thankfully my application
wasn't bad enough to warrant being torn apart publicly by the Bitch bouncer. At
the time I really didn't mind I was just applying because this looked like a
good site that agrees with a lot of my personal peeves with society.
Since then I
have begun working in customer service to help pay for school. I won't go into
the lame details of my job because all customer service jobs have enough common
ground that I don't need to give you a play by play of how stupid people can be.
But I work predominately with rich, white, Christian kids with more entitlement
complexes than brain cells. I have been staring into the face of princesses,
whiners, assholes and "nice guys". All of whom think that the fact that I have
to work makes me pathetic.
This is where I
take offense and get the conviction to once again apply to this community. I am
constantly patronized and looked down upon by twits who can't take the silver
spoon out of their mouth long enough to realize what kind of shit their parents
have been feeding them about life. Money is has a tendency to come and go and
when real life hits them I will laugh mercilessly when they fall down.
I am called
Heartless because I don't pity those who work hard, I admire them. Because I
don't expect the world to give me everything I want on a silver platter and then
sit on my ass and cry when it doesn't. But what has really made people call me a
Heartless Bitch is that I don't feel any remorse or pity when those who feel
that the world owes them all their hearts desires and more have to face reality.
Where no one scrapes and bows to their will.
But I welcome the
title of Heartless Bitch. Instead of an insult it has become a special type of
distinction. Because when someone calls me a Heartless Bitch it is usually the
type of person than I would rather die than call my friend There are so
many worse things in life than being ridiculed by someone who's too busy looking
at the world through the lens of GIMME GIMME to realize how much they have. I am
proud to be the subject of such derision. Because as long as I receive it I will
know I am not becoming that which I detest.
Thank you
for taking the time to read this application. I hope that you will consider me
as worthy of the Heartless Bitch mantle.
Country: United States
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